Chapter 6
At the Liddells‘ residence, Bowen rushed to Kathleen’s bedside, reaching for her forehead. He shouted, “Kathleen! Why is she so cold? Annie, call the doctor!”
Yvonne followed him in, pretending to be concerned. “Is she okay? Maybe she just got too tired after last night?”
Annie stood in the doorway, her voice calm. “Late–stage cancer. Mrs. Liddell has passed away.”
“What?” Bowen frowned. “Don’t joke around like that. She was fine last night.”
He turned to call his private doctor, but Annie stopped him. “Mr. Liddell, she’s been gone for two hours.”
“That’s impossible.” Bowen shook his head, his tone showing more irritation than grief. “She’s always looking for sympathy. Yve told me she’s been faking it lately.”
“Faking it?” Annie let out a cold laugh. “Then, maybe you’d like to see this.”
She opened the nightstand drawer, which was full of empty pill bottles. “These are lethal doses of painkillers. Mrs. Liddell took them for three straight days just to hide how much she was suffering.”
“She…” Bowen started, still trying to say something.
“Three days ago, the doctor said she only had 72 hours to live,” Annie said. “You gave Ms. Lawson her only treatment option.”
Yvonne’s eyes immediately welled up with tears. “I didn’t know Kathleen was that sick… Why didn’t she say anything?”
“Would you have given the treatment back if she had?” Annie shot back.
“I…” Yvonne bit her lip, tears falling. “If I had known, I swear-
